easy to throw a mirror to the ground
harder to pick up the shattered pieces
easy to write love letters
harder to tear them apart
remembering a taste, a touch
halo effect of everything that had been
close my windows to the world
and let the rain wash me away
remembering a look, those eyes
but never stopped gazing over the gate
carve out a hole, fill it with those pieces
jump into the deep blue but i don't swim
remembering all the endings
and missing the way they did
the further the road traveled
the more in the rearview to miss
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